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My Poetry. Children of War.

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My Poetry. Children of War.
Taught in a World of hate 
Guns and weapons as tools
Frightened to say no
By the adult and the fools
.
Learn to fight at an early age
Kill or maim your prey
the only way to survive
on a dangerous new day.
Looking for victims
Don’t care of their age
Just kill kill kill
In a fit of rage.
What is your reward
For killing a man?
You have earned the place
Your the number one fan.
Leaving more children
without their kin
A notch on the rifle
a life in the bin.
When will it ever end
Someday you will meet your match
The only thing you know in life
Are killings and plans to hatch.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025


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